The blizzard howled as it swept through, stirring up countless shards of ice and fallen leaves.
The Snow Witch was forced to use her most powerful environmental spell to break through these thorns quickly.
"Such exquisite spell control of the Demon Race, truly impressive."
Nedoqika genuinely praised,
"But against life magic, everything inevitably returns to nature."
As Nedoqika spoke, a wave of warmth flowed through the Snow Witch's entire body. The skin originally sliced by the thorns miraculously healed to perfection, but simultaneously, the poison began to diminish the effectiveness of her own healing magic.
"..."
The Snow Witch was startled.
This excessive treatment was rejecting her innate healing magic, indirectly realizing healing reduction.
"Please don't doubt—I don't harbor any peculiar fetishes."
Nedoqika, as if she had seen through the Snow Witch's thoughts, playfully winked,
